Story Time

I know I promised more stories, but I’ve kinda slacked off in gathering some interesting ones.  This one came to me earlier today via a group post from Cheryl Nishi, and she has kindly consented to share.

My name is Katelyn and tonight is a big night. Five years ago, Tiffany, my girlfriend, submitted to me and became my slave. We had met in a Japanese class in college as freshmen. Me taking a random language that sounded good and her, an American born japanese who was trying to relearn her language after forgetting everything she was taught as a child. Long story made very short, we had become study partners, friends, and then girlfriends. Somehow one thing led to another and next thing you know, she’s tied up on my bed and I’m making her scream like she was in a porno. We continued our relationship through college and graduated together, moving out from the college campus and finding work as our relationship continued to grow. Or should I say, our toy collection continued to grow. When we moved in together, that same day day, she had taken my collar around her slim neck and delivered herself to me fully as I had given her my dominance in turn. However, before she became mine, she had one request:

“On our fifth anniversary, I want to have one request granted” she said, her eyes glimmering in the low light. The sound of squeaking latex punctuated the silence as she shifted her shiny clad body on her knees as I considered her answer.

“Will you tell me what the request is?” I asked, an eyebrow going up. We had come to a crux in our relationship, both in the D/s sense and in the more general girlfriend sense. I was willing to do anything for her, and she anything for me so I was willing to agree regardless. Yet it was phrased so peculiarly that I had to ask.

“My request is…” She smiled impishly at me “a secret!” She laughed at me as I threw up my hands in mock dismay. “I still want to be your slave, even if you don’t agree to grant me this, but this is important to me…”

“Alright, you have a deal. But you’re going to have to remember to ask me, because I won’t make it a special note to remember myself, ok?” She nods fervently.

“Thank you Katie” she whispers, looking up at me with those big brown eyes. I felt my breathing go quicker as I pictured those same eyes rolled back in her head as she would cum over and over under my fingers. “Or should I say… Mistress”. I smiled and found that name to my liking. I nodded to her and kissed the collar she held in her hand and fastened it around her own neck as i watched. Securing the collar, she looked up to me again. “Mistress…” she breathed, smiling at me in that shy yet lusty way of hers.

I could wait no more. With rope in one hand and a gag in the other, i approached her with a smile of my own and the rest… let’s say I got to see her eyes roll back in her head as I had imagined it.

Five years had passed by so quickly. We learned so much about each other. My love for her tongue on my rosebud. Her fascination with elbow bondage. I had truely forgotten about my promise until today. So it was with some surprise that I came home from work that I found her not home yet and a letter on the table placed on the dinner table. I was about to save it for later until i caught the bold writing on the front: “My request”. I hastily opened the envelope and read the words on the page, written in Tiffany’s usual cute script.

“Dear Mistress,

Today marks the 5th anniversay of my submission to you. If you recall on the day I became your slave, you agreed to grant me one request. Please go to our usual room at The Cellar to find my request.


Slave Tiffany”

My heart beat a bit quicker. “The Cellar” was a sm club that we frequented. It was a well stocked place with a wide variety of rooms catering to all sorts of fetishes. “Our room” was one that was fitted with various interesting furnitures such as a cross, a padded horse and all manners of toys. Nodding to myself, I went to our room to change into something… a bit more comfortable.

Sitting on the bed, I rolled up a black latex stocking up my legs, ending at mid thigh. I smiled as I caugh a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The yoga classes we took seemed to be working well as i looked at my toned legs and trip belly. And extra flexibility never hurt. Catching myself drifting i tied on a latex thong and struggled into a sleeveless latex top. I loved this top because the cutouts for my breasts allowed Tiffany to pleasure me without the bother of removing the top. I covered myself for a bit more modesty with a tie on latex bikini top. Now the skirt. It was a long hobble skirt, with a firm zipper running from top to bottom. I wriggled into the tight fitting garment and eventually managed to zip it up. Looking again into the mirror, a latex clad vixen gazed back at me. Nodding in approval, I threw on a trench coat on the way out, zipping into a pair of calf length boots before exiting. It was a platform plus 4 inches and i always felt sexier looking down from the new vantage.

I arrive at The Cellar rather quickly. The front of house doesn’t bother looking up as I nod to her on the way in to the dark foyer – she knows me well enough. I leave my coat with her and head over to our room, hearing faint cries of pleasure and pain from closed doors as i move. Finally, I arrive at our room and enter.

Suprisingly, the room is dark except for a desklamp placed on the floor illuminating a large envelop. I bend over and open the envelop and pull out a sheet of paper. Strangely, it’s blank. As I straighten out, the lamp goes out, plunging the room into darkness. I stumble to my feet unsteadily, the hobble skirt doing what it does best and suddenly there is a presence holding me. The scent of jasmine wafts across my nose as I feel a very familiar chest press into my back.

“Now, Mistress” she whispers. Suddenly she has my arms behind me and the ringing of handcuffs match the coldness. I stumble again but she steadies me. I try to cry out but somthing finds its way into my mouth. A ball gag by the taste of it. I shake my head but she is quick and the straps are fastened tightly before I can make any meaningful resistance. the rubber fits deeply into my mouth and my tongue runs against the intruder, pushing at it and finding it firm. I try to turn, still seeing little in the darkness but my eyes seem to be starting to adjust. Tiffany circles me quickly and shoves me in some direction and I fall into a couch. I grunt and pull at my wrists but the handcuffs are tight and I don’t make any headway. I hear Tiffany walk away and the lights suddenly flick on. I see her in a rush, and heat suddenly springs to life between my legs.

Tiffanly stands before me clad completely in a tight latex catsuit. One I hadn’t seen before. Her smile was radiant and funloving as ever. She strides to me on impossibly high boots and sits next to me on the couch. “I’m so glad you came, Mistress.” she laughs. I grunt and roll my eyes at her.

She turns and brings a blindfold into view. My heart begins to thump. She expertly fastens it over my eyes even though I try my best to toss my head. Plunged into darkness, I shake my head wondering what on earth had happened. I try to shake my head in hopes of shaking the blindfold loose but my hopes are dashed as I feel my her grab my hair with one hand and fasten some sort of harness over my face, thoroughly securing my gag and blindfold. I feel myself pushed forwards onto my belly. I struggle not to fall off the couch as I hear more sqeaking and rustling behind me. I feel cool loop circle my upper arms and suddenly, my elbows are pressed together, thrusting my chest into the couch. Some kind of strap fastened around my elbows. I groan in protest and arch in attemts to relieve the strain. Thankfully I am flexible.

But my reprieve is short. With a ringing of keys, my handcuffs are gone, but with my elbows fastened, I am still helpless. I can hear Tiffany humming happily to herself as I feel another cool leather presenct sliding up my bare arms. Its a single glove! it slides up my tied arms without resistance and I feel her bucking the straps tightly. My arms now proudly bound, I could only wonder if this was some kind of betrayal. Yet I knew our love was true. We had trust. I would trust her.

Now I am rolled over onto my back. I feel the straps of the single glove being brought over my shoulders and fastened firmly. She then hauls me to my feet. I grunt and stand unsteadly in the hobble skirt. “Goodness Mistress, your vanity is always such a bother” she laughs. I grunt in indignation but privately agree. “Here, let me get this off of you”. Thankfully, I feel her she unzipping the skirt and freeing my legs to steady myself.

“Come on.” She says as I feel her pulling me forwards. I strumble in the darkness until my hip bumps against something. It must be the horse. “Get up” she says as she tries to move my leg up onto something. Definitely the horse. I struggle with her to mount it, clumsily obedient. After I have mounted, I know what will come next. After all, I’d had Tiffany in this position many times. I felt my ankles and knees being strapped in to the sides of the seat. I feel my arms being pulled upwards and i bend forwards until my breasts are almost touching the seat. I wriggle for a moment but know that it is futile. I can picture in my mind how I must look, with my own slave trussing me up. I dont have time to muse as something rises from the seat and presses against my clit. Of course, the vibrator. I start to drip from between my legs, as my body anticipates the sensation of the vibrator.

“Mmmffggg” i mumble into the gag. It was supposed to be “What the heck, Tiff” but it didn’t come out clearly. I hear her settle beside my ear and laugh again.

“Well Mistress, here is my request that you promised to honor…” I feel something placed at the opening of my exposed ass. Oh my god, not like this. I always came easily from stimulation there. Sometimes I can’t stop. But Its normally easy to stop when the person pleasuring you is roped, blindolded and licking your ass through a ring gag, Its another thing when you’re the one tied up. I begin to shake my head frantically. She wouldn’t, would she? use my greatest weakness when i’m this exposed?

Her breath brushes by my ear again. “my request is…” I begin to pant. The pressure at my ass is growing. She’s putting something in. Oh god. I pull at my arms and shift my legs. Nothing moves. I suddenly stop as i wait for her to finish. “my request is… struggle for me. And if you struggle enough, maybe we’ll let you go.”

And the vibe between my legs roars to life even as what must be a vibrating egg is pushed into my ass, shaking like mad. I scream into my gag as both my ass and clit as the pressure in my crotch begins to grow at a fantastic pace. Wait a second… ‘we?’ what does she mean ‘we’. My head is spinning as first orgasm nears.

Suddenly everythring turns off and I feel a line of fire on my butt accompanied by a firm twack. The plug is jerked out of my ass with an embarrsing pop. I jolt in my seat more in surprise than in pain, but my orgasm that was so close stops advancing.

“That’s right. And maybe if you beg nicely enough, We’re even let you serve us as our own little slave slut.” I start in confusion again. It’s Tiffany’s voice… but different. My confusion is belayed as I shudder at the feeling of a tongue running it’s way around my ass. I feel two hands on my thighs, steadying the invader and then another set of hands at my breasts, rubbing the erect nipples through my latex bikini top. Definitely Tiffany licking my ass oohhh theres nothing like it. I groan again as the emotion rushes forwards again as i try to figure out what is going on.

“We should definitely take her as our slut” Tiffany’s voice chuckles from in front of me. I struggle to contain the rising wave of pleasure again as my mind races again. That was most definitely Tiffany talking, and yet the tongue in my ass was most definitely touching me in the same delicious manner that Tiffany was so good at. Impossible! My thoughs divert again to the sensation in my ass as my orgasm nears again. Whatever was going on, i could surely think about it after i’d cum…

To be continued.


4 Responses to “Story Time”

  1. anonamistquan Says:

    Gaaaaah, where’s part 2?! *searches frantically through the packing foam for it*

  2. diomitamaurer Says:

    Lovely story. I can’t wait to read the next part. Somehow this story reminds me of some play I do in SL *grins. Evil slave….

  3. cheryl nishi Says:

    please do not use my name in your porno blogs.
    i did not give my permission and if you don’t stop using my name without my permission, there will be legal action taken, and i am serious.

    • Yasmin Heartsdale Says:

      You do give me permission Cheryl, you gave me permission the day you told this story to me, as stated in the blog entry itself. You even read this entry the day it was posted and gave me a smile. But since anyone can use a gmail account and set up false accounts for the purposes of replying to WordPress blog entries, lets do this…. Drop me a message in Second Life asking me to remove this post, and I’ll do so. Cheers!

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